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And so I find myself here once again - first step down |
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Remedy Lane |
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Budapest you tore my world apart - well, here |
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I am Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes |
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But now I'm back to shake that from my life |
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Ending Theme, ending theme |
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Ripping at the seams, for an opening |
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Back again at |
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Deak Ter - |
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I know I could have left her here |
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It was the feeling of leaving myself that |
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I could not bear |
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The same old hotel room in |
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Pest one night before the |
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Sziget fest |
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Hungarian |
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Princess will you share my rest? |
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To rest my... |
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ENDING THE |
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ME ENDING |
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THEME Ripping at the seams, for an opening to be honest |
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I don't know what |
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I'm looking for - who to be sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door and |
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I have left all |
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I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss |
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I don't know, |
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I just don't know 'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and |
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I think What if |
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I'm simply depressed? blind, just finding temporary rest from my mind here in |
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Budapest? confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss? and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? |
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I don't know but |
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I saw so much of me in you, the me |
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I've missed, the young and free in you but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you but |
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I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, |
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I fear I just don't know |
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ENDING THE |
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ME ENDING |
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THEME Fanning flames to dreams of belonging |
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ENDING THE |
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ME ENDING |
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THEME Ripping at the seams, for an opening [Johan Hallgren] to be honest |
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I don't know what |
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I'm looking for... living here, watching you leave trough that door |
